Black Poetry : BIKE RIDING #1

Look I wear bling around and cats try bring me down
my thing is to clown them let the fury of my jewelry
shine in their eyes I’m aware of lies being told about
my skills which no doubt kills average MC’S like
a savage I flee after each kill and again teach and thrill
folks, so I take a step back just to help the whack, but
it’s time for me to pack a fruit vase in my suitcase and
head for home I live alone with a cell phone so texting
and sexing Is not an option, hired a nation just to give
desired information about Thanksgiving had brief turkey
and beef jerky then went bike riding like gliding down
the highway try stay in my lane lot of cagers lame on the road
Got a strong load in my saddle bags that’s rattle hags when
Buckle down keep the block tamed because I ride on shocks
And chain need hot dame preferably a ride or die chick like
EVE on the RUFF RIDER’S label then I’m able to cruise
Down the road that’s how I get down when my engine boil I add
Oil my scripts sick like a dipstick take a trip with a chick
Go to a bazaar bar let her strut butt cats start eyeing her quick
Do lik FABULOUS take her home pull down the panties and
Throw it in a Rag then go brag no low hag is gonna rap to my girl